Myria sighed in sudden relief. The leathers on her thigh had held, the toad failing to penetrate the thick cloth, though he had managed to tear them somewhat. Myria rose to her feet with relief, sheathing her blade at her side. Recalling her companions, she hurried back towards the mouth of the tunnel, skidding to a halt and eyes widening in disbelief.
Though she had succeeded in slaying the toads, their influence had hardly been abated. Both Cecilia and Dew had been given a generous helping of the toads venom, and simply lacking of cock had hardly abated their lust. And though they would have prefered to be upon their backs, heads thrown back in wonton pleasure while a toad conquered and tamed teir pussies with its cock, they had made do.
Dew was seated against several smooth stone, head thrown back while she panted and moaned in pleasure. Her legs were parted, knees high and pussy bared to Cecilia, who had buried her angelic face in the other womans snatch, her tongue probing the elf's pussy and flicking across her clit.
Myria watched as the paladin ate out the mage in wonder. As she observed, Dew thrashed her head about, keening and mewling as she came, Cecilia slurping at the juices which flowed against her face. As she came down from her high, Dew cast Myria a glance, her eyes lidded in pleasure and mouth curled in an inviting smile that sent Myria's pussy moistening with desire.
Myria fidgeted slightly, aroused by the scene, but unsure what to do. To be sure if she seperated them now, they'd be more a hindrance than help. If they pleasured each other enough, they should work the venom from their bodies. Of course, if Myria helped them, it might go even faster...
The conquering hero bit her lip, weighing her options. |